Tired tones leading the way. No unknown foliage falls away
Claws create, fear dominates. Near the end nature strives to change
Do you care I'm longing for home,
as I face the future all alone?
(Navicula - Harimau Harimau)
We hid a secret or two in this place. Inside the voice of our breathing fighting the cold at night. Blown within the scent of two coffee cups in the morning smoke. I whispered slowly that we should build a house here with big windows and wooden panes. And at night, we'll let the bog wood fire splatter while the house is humming in a low breath. Such a tempting promise to be made.